Simply Amazing ?

CHAPTER THREE ::

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Gemma always found a way to make me hate her if it wasn't the 'I'm better than you' looks or the 'You wish you were me' speeches, it was the way she walked around like she owned everthing and everyone.

Well not this grown ass woman.

"Send Gemma to do your dirty work? You know better than that, old man," I spoke up from behind my Dad just as he was about to jump in his sheriff's truck.

"I didn't know Gemma was looking for you, Frankie. I wouldn't have-"

"I know but she will anyways. She cares about you but you are not what she wants."

"Thanks for reminding me," he sounded like he was defeated and he didn't feel like fighting the truth any longer. "But I'm glad to see you anyways."

"Who wouldn't?", I teased walking over and as if nothing had ever gone wrong between us, I hugged him.

It was easy to forgive him when he could understand what being vulnerable was.

"Haven't had one of those since your were running around making mud pies," he smiled once I released him.

Giving a tiny shrug, I smoothed my hands over his uniform.

I used to hate it.

But now...

I couldn't blame him for trying to fix everything that was broken about this town.

"No mud pies in sight. It would have been hard but you should have called me, Dad. You, not Gemma. I could help you."

"No, don't worry about me, Frankie. I'm too old to be worried about this. It's my time."

"Okay, well... Don't hesitate to call me ever if you need me. Here's my number," I handed him a slip of paper with the new phone number I had gotten to stay in touch with him. "If you don't want to be alone then call me."

"You look just like your mother... I should have fought for you."

There it was.

The regret.

"Don't dwell in the past, Daddy. Just focus on the future and getting better."

"I can't make any promises."

"Just try."

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When I unpacked my clothes in the hotel room, I shook my head at the sudden change in myself.

I could see things a bit clearer now that I was back.

And I could feel again.

I took a hot shower and changed into a simple, short wine red strapless dress, my black pumps, and wet my hair to make the curl more defined adding a little hairspray to keep it all in place.

"No prostitution around here," David Hale, one of my dad's deputies, said as I got out of my car walking to the town bar.

"Well fuck me, I thought this was a place of opportunity," I smirked when his face turned red when I swore.

"Francesca?"

"It's Frankie, David. And no, I don't have to sell my pussy for food. And yes, I already know this dress looks like a second skin on me. Thanks for noticing. Just say you look hot the next time. Alright? Alright."

I smacked his cheek playfully but hard enough for him to see how pissed I was.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"I know you are but be apologetic next time."

I stepped into the bar glancing around at all the drunk assholes but I spotted the one that I was supposed to get close to.

"Hey, you. Anything good?", I gestured to his drink with a flirty smile.

He glared down at me and shook his head.

I ran a hand up and down his arm making him look at me again but this time in the eyes.

"Try again, dickhead."

He got a dazed look as I stared into his eyes smiling when he leaned in as if I was the most intoxicating thing in the building.

"You okay, boss?", one of his flunkies asked giving me a disgusted glare.

I snapped my fingers at him making his nose leak blood until he started coughing it up.

When people noticed, I cleaned the mess up and they got angry with him for tricking them. He didn't know what hit him as he tried to convince them that he had been bleeding a moment ago.

"Wanna show me something?"

"Yeah."

I caught his mouth in a kiss and drowned out the loud music as I drank in all his memories and then one shocked the shit out of me making me release him and before I jumped down off the stool, I gave him a memory of me.

"That's enough for now, Prince Charming."

Another salt and pepper haired man walked in and I knew that I had to slip out without being noticed.